The Battersea Park Road to Enlightenment
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This is an account of all the ways this woman has tried to improve her life. Oh lord you say, but its really very funny and interesting.
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This is an account of all the ways this woman has tried to improve her life. Oh lord you say, but its really very funny and interesting.
But yeah, you should try it, I enjoyed it, light reading.
A golden energy
Was rising out of my head
I shed my evil skin
And found myself again
I was wrong, I don't mind
The impossible seems possible
This time I'm an electric wire
If the sun can radiate then so can I
Ooh ok then ~runs downstairs... runs back upstairs~
It's bizarre that the rooms in my house are so all over the place.
"I am blessed with wanton curiosity. I want to find out how to be absurdly happy every day. You know those people who radiate cheerful optimism whatever is going on in their lives? Nauseating, aren't they? I want to become one of those"
" I was the result of an afair in Paris. My father, apparently, was a Spanish diplomat and now you know as much about him as I do. I like to think the Spanish blood gives me an air of exotic mystery. He gave me skin which tans easily in the sun and life itself, for which i thank him. But if you were cast to play his role in the film of my life your carerr wouldn't be going too well"
"So what would you do in a room full of women who are dancing and removing their underwear? I could have run for the door I suppose. But then I'd risk looking fearfully inhibited and have to endure a concerned phonecall from the chief goddess later that evening. Then, just when I least expected it, a helpful comment from Mr Maculine, 'It's no more than you do at the sauna. You don't get shy there. These are all girls, you know. What's your problem?'. So off came the clothes, the underwear, everything."
"'Will you let me be your tantric slave and give you total unconditional love all through the workshop?'
So, would you say no to a tantric sex slave who was offering unconditional love? He was rather thin. I had a quick look round the room. Average age of male participants? Sixty. Average size of beer-guts? Huge. Hair on heads? Very little. Hair on chins? Prolific. Men with an over-developed feminine side always grow beards. It doesn't really fool anyone. One of the very overweight men smiled at me warmly. Anything to avoid the double handshake later."
"The answer to the question: 'How are you today?' is either, 'Terrible, I've got a hangover', 'Ghastly, I only had three hours sleep', or, if you are feeling really good, then a muffled and monosyllabic 'Fine' is sometimes acceptable in a really successful company. If I ever walked in on a Monday morning and said: 'I feel fantastic, so alive and full of vitality and I'm really looking forward to all the challenges that this series has to offer', I'd never work again"
"A very thin woman approached. She wore an empathetic smile. I didn't want empathy. I suddenly became a smoker. 'I'm just popping outside for a cigarette.' It wasn't true but it gave me satisfaction to lie to a total stranger. I wanted to spill my coffee on her too."
"This could be the chapter where you decide I've lost it."
It's funny.
A golden energy
Was rising out of my head
I shed my evil skin
And found myself again
I was wrong, I don't mind
The impossible seems possible
This time I'm an electric wire
If the sun can radiate then so can I